To look up to.
Without Love, they say,
You wither away,
Dancing each day,
The depressing Ballet,
Of ‘I miss you’,
While Autumn Leaves sway,
In the loneliest way,
Dying away without you
Never again, ever to say,
In the bright light of day,
‘I Love You’.

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